THE DOVES.

THE DOVES.

RAY doves and white,
Through morning light
Wheeling soft wings in air,
Why do you fly
Down from the sky,

Isn’t it best up there?

“Oh,” they all cooed,
“Red Riding Hood
Gives us our daily crumbs,
Though winds do blow,
Though deep the snow,
We know she always comes.”
Elizabeth S. Tucker.

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